I stared at the stupid screens growing out of my children's hands and reflecting off of their beautiful faces. I watched the process of the deepening hypnosis. There isn't a loving parent who hasn't envisioned hurtling an i-device through the window and into the path of an oncoming train. I WANTED MY CHILDREN BACK But how? How can a mother woo her dear ones back from the world of apples, droids and galaxies? It is at the moment of deepest desperation that we humans remember what is most dear and basic. I remembered the trails. We set a goal. We would, as a part of the South Carolina...